WHO IS THE LAMB?

AND WHO IS THE KNIFE?

[moondarkens]

                    𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫...but here we are.  You’ve stumbled across an independent and selective roleplay account for the character that is Nimue du Lac, priestess of Avalon and Lady of the Lake. You may have seen her floating around in one form or another over the years. Inspiration is largely drawn from various literature ( read: burning hatred of Mists of Avalon ), varied lore, and a whole lotta personal headcanons.

This blog is likely going to be semi-active. I have a full-time job and many responsibilities outside of the internet. Due to the nature of the source material and the occasional presence of adult themes/content, I ask that no one under the age of 18 follow this blog or attempt to interact. My name is Michelle, I’m too old for most shit (25+), and I’ve been around for too damn long. That being said, I took a bit of a hiatus and am still sweeping up the cobwebs from the floors of the creativity department, so please have patience while I try to figure out this whole thing all over again. 

I don’t care how you format, I don’t care if you use icons or gifs, I just care that we’re both enjoying ourselves and having a good time. Time zone EST. Original blog created in April of 2016, revamped March 2022. I look forward to writing with you!

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂 - Mostly up to date, just ask if you have questions. Will be replaced with a carrd once I can be arsed to learn how to make one. 

[moondarkens]

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[toujoursfleure]

╳           WHEN I CAME OUT INTO SOCIETY I WAS 15. I ALREADY KNEW THEN THAT THE ROLE I WAS CONDEMNED TO, MAINLY TO KEEP QUIET AND DO WHAT I WAS TOLD, GAVE ME THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO LISTEN AND OBSERVE. NOT TO WHAT PEOPLE TOLD ME, WHICH NATURALLY WAS OF NO INTEREST TO ME, BUT TO WHATEVER IT WAS THAT THEY WERE TRYING TO HIDE. independent and selective narcissa black - malfoy of the harry potter series. predominantly first wizarding war era but features verses in book canon and next-gen, multi-verse and multi-ship.  

[possession]

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY for ‘the watchmaker of watchmakers’ by Jaeger Lecoultre (2023)

[moondarkens]

at least i haven’t fully lost my ps abilities lmao

[moondarkens]

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫. -  an independent, semi-selective rp account for nimue / the lady of the lake from arthurian legend, various literature, but mostly headcanons straight from the mind of michelle  

[moondarkens]

It would be nice if Tumblr didn’t make it intimidating af to try and make a return. What am I even looking at?

[concepts]

Anya Taylor-Joy for Tiffany & Co

[vic-pedretti-deactivated2022081]

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY as MARGOT in THE MENU (2022) | dir. Mark Mylod

[luminousgoddess]

What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?

[ohisms]

𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 𝑽𝑶𝑳. 𝑰 .   (   sentence  starters  taken  from  /  inspired  by  volume  one  of  ‘ soft thorns ’  by  bridgett  devoue .  triggering  themes  may  be  implied .)

❛  you  are  the  brave  one .   ❜ ❛  you  make  me  brave ,  &  i’ll  forever  be  grateful  for  that . ❜ ❛  i  was  born  with  wide  eyes  &  a  fragile  heart . ❜ ❛  i  feel  everything  so  deeply .  ❜ ❛  i  am  not  yours .  ❜ ❛  you  never  asked  if  i  wanted  a  guest .  ❜ ❛  this  is  why  no  one  loves  you .  ❜ ❛  beauty  does  not  solve  problems .  ❜ ❛  someone  once  told  me  they  were  scared  of  the  truth  in  my  eyes .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  remember  love  as  a  child .  ❜ ❛  a  fantasy  in  real  life  is  also  known  as  a  lie .  ❜ ❛  i  was  eager  to  prove  i  was  good  enough .  ❜ ❛  scars  may  fade ,  but  they  last  forever .  ❜ ❛  i  always  scared  everyone  away .  ❜ ❛  i  kept  this  dream  hidden  away .  ❜ ❛  i  used  to  think  love  wasn’t  for  me .  that  i  wasn’t  worthy .  ❜ ❛  your  love  is  like  an  exorcism .  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  one  who  reminded  me  i  have  a  pulse .  ❜ ❛  there  is  an  unspoken  truth  between  us .  ❜ ❛  i  crave  you ,  even  though  i  know  you  will  destroy  me .  ❜ ❛  you’re  just  standing  there  watching  me  burn ,  wearing  that  crooked  smile  of  yours .  ❜ ❛  i  know  i’m  not  perfect ,  but  i  felt  pretty  damn  close  to  it  when  i  was  in  your  arms .  ❜ ❛  in  another  lifetime ,  we  have  definitely  done  this  before .  ❜ ❛  i  never  thought  i  would  be  a  good  mother .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  love  you  back  together .  ❜ ❛  we  have  this  divine  bond  between  us .  divine  in  the  way  that  it’s  certainly  not  from  this  lifetime .  ❜ ❛  my  soul  craves  a  love  that’s  undeniably  real .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  experience  why  we’re  here  on  earth .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  tell  you  everything .  ❜ ❛  hell  is  watching  something  that  was  your  everything  slip  away  &  not  being  able  to  do  anything  about  it .  ❜ ❛  i  can  tell  that  when  i’m  with  you ,  you’re  with  her .  ❜ ❛  why  is  it  that  everyone  can  see  i’m  suffering  but  you ?  ❜ ❛  let’s  pretend  like  we’re  friends .  ❜ ❛  it’s  so  painful  to  talk  to  you ,  because  i  just  remember  everything  you  turned  out  not  to  be .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  know  how  to  fall  asleep  anymore .  ❜ ❛  are  you  pretending  to  forget  me ,  too ?  ❜ ❛  i  can  still  close  my  eyes  &  trace  every  curve  &  dip  of  your  soul .  ❜ ❛  those  who  don’t  believe  in  ghosts  have  never  had  a  broken  heart .  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful .  ❜ ❛  i  know  i  should ,  but  i’m  not  ready  to  give  up  your  memory .  ❜ ❛  i  never  told  you  how  much  you  hurt  me .  ❜ ❛  i  keep  falling  in  love  with  souls  that  feel  like  yours .  ❜ ❛  being  alone  was  never  hard  before  i  met  you .  ❜ ❛  you  must  think  i’m  crazy  for  missing  something  i  never  even  had .  ❜ ❛  i’m  lonely ,  but  i  don’t  want  company .  ❜ ❛  you  walked  away  far  too  easily  for  me  to  believe  it  was  ever  really  love .  ❜ ❛  you  never  loved  me .  ❜ ❛  when  you’ve  been  fed  lies  for  so  long ,  you  eventually  lose  your  appetite  for  love .  ❜ ❛  i  have  nothing  left  to  say  to  you .  ❜ ❛  you’ll  never  know  all  the  ways  i  died  for  you .  ❜ ❛  ‘goodbye’  is  easy .  everything  after  that  is  the  hard  part .  ❜ ❛  even  though  you  turned  out  to  be  a  liar ,  within  me  grew  a  love  that  was  the  most  pure  &  honest  thing  i’ve  ever  known .  ❜ ❛  nothing  was  ever  easy ,  but  maybe  that’s  the  beauty  of  it .  ❜ ❛  i  am  everything  that  you  are  not .  ❜ ❛  love  is  a  necessary  tragedy .  ❜ ❛  there  are  people  who  don’t  want  you  to  heal .  ❜ ❛  remember :  you  are  not  their  prey .  ❜ ❛  you  have  more  power  than  you  know .  ❜ ❛  the  most  dangerous  thing  we  can  do  is  forget  how  to  feel .  ❜ ❛  you  will  be  safe  in  the  right  hands .  ❜ ❛  love  makes  us  immortal  in  the  hearts  of  others ,  but  mortal  in  our  fear  that  it  could  all  be  gone  someday .  ❜ ❛  we’re  only  haunted  by  the  things  we  refuse  to  accept .  ❜ ❛  we  are  not  born  broken .  ❜ ❛  time  will  either  heal  you  or  kill  you .  ❜

[moondarkens]

iinmortales​:

                oh to be the cause of her laughter! he would make a fool of himself every day for the rest of his life if it meant he could bring her any joy or amusement. of course, there were those that believed he truly was a fool. in fact, most days he was sure she believed him to be a true fool, but he didn’t care. a fool he would be as long as he could be her fool. and so it was no trouble to kneel before her, to look unflinchingly up at her as she presented the blade. 

               she paused, and oh so gently he took her wrist, brought the dagger closer and kissed the blade before brushing his lips against her knuckles. a more intimate show of fealty than he’d ever given arthur. ‘ i swear myself to your service, to obey your every command and defend the honor of the goddess through you and of this sacred isle. ‘ he’d never been a religious man, had no clung to church as he’d seen so many in camelot do. but looking up at nimue, it was hard to imagine how anyone could be blind to it, the divinity that touched her. ‘ as your champion, none will harm you while i still draw breath. ‘

● ● ●                                   Nimue still wasn’t used to being touched, let alone with such reverence. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, the featherlight caress of his mouth along her skin like a gentle wave lapping against the shore. The sight of him like this brought about a feeling she had no name for — tenderness, perhaps. An admiration that seemed to grow with each new thing that this reckless creature did to remind her of just what an anomaly he was. It was such a strange thing to have someone that wanted to protect her from the harms of the world where no one had before. When, now, most considered her the harm to others. 

The fingers of her free hand tentatively touched the top of the knight’s dark head, nails grazing along his scalp in a rare show of affection from the notoriously unreachable witch. The moonspun tresses of her hair spilled over the pair of them like a pale curtain as she bowed and brought her own lips to the warmth of his forehead in a kiss to match the one he’d given her. She was a creature of symmetry, after all! ❝ Don’t be so brash with your promises, Sir Knight. You serve me best simply by existing in this world. ❞ Her thumb followed the sharp line of his cheek, palm gently patting the side of his face before she pulled away in her need for preservation. ❝ I’d very much like you to keep doing so. ❞

[moondarkens]

wolfharkens​:

there’s  nothing  dignified  in  the  way  he  snorts,   the  sharpness  of  her  tongue  as  she  gives  her  glowing  assessment  of  merlin  throwing  him  for  a  moment.   it’s  too  easy  to  grow  used  to  the  empty  compliments  and  half-spoken  insults  here,   too  easy  to  fall  into  the  trap  of  politics  and  forget  what  it’s  like  to  hear  someone  speak  so  candidly.   she’s  a  breath  of  fresh  air,   the  feeling  of  contentment  that  settles  in  your  bones  when  you  know  you’re  home.   moving  across  the  room  with  her  in  their practiced  steps,   the  eyes  of  the  court   (   and  the  toadstool  )   upon  them,   it’s  the  first  time  he’s  breathed  freely  in  years.

❝     i  never  doubted  it.     ❞      the  smile  that  dances  across  his  lips  is  light,   a  sparkle  in  his  eyes  reserved  only  for  her.   he  knows  it’s  dangerous  to  be  so  familiar,   to  look  so  fond,   but  why  should  he  care?   the  queen  had  set  this  up  for  a  purpose,   let  her  think  its  her  machinations  that  are  working.   his  fingers  tighten  around  her  waist,   pulling  her  closer  as  he  watches  her.   how  perfectly  they  fit  together.      ❝     i  always  knew  you’d  put  them  all  to  shame.   so  yes,  i’d  be  a  fool  not  to  find  you  dangerous.   i’ll  have  to  make  sure  you  never  consider  me  a  toadstool,   won’t  i?     ❞

● ● ●                                   ❝ I am glad — ❞ She tosses the words back with a feline grin, reveling in the none too small sense of victory she feels at bringing that impish little boy back out of her partner after all this time. ❝ I should never be doubted. ❞ What a strange thing to be the one saying such a thing now when he’d said the same to her so many times before! When she’d been but a little thing and Mordred had been her tether to the world outside of her caged paradise of Avalon, his tongue heavy with arrogant confidence and loose with tales from places she’d only ever dreamed of. It only reminds Nimue how much she’s missed him; how much this feels like being whole.

❝ You could never be a toadstool...you are all too incorrigible of a beast. ❞ The blonde both protests and compliments breathlessly, helplessly ( hopelessly ) caught up in the dark hooks of Mordred’s eyes as the feel of him pressing into her overwhelms. The feeling is dizzying, like thick summer wine and the fires at Beltane. Not that she fights it. Not that she pushes it away. The burning gazes following them are less than an afterthought to her now, the weightless steps guiding them about the floor a mere formality. ❝ Such teeth you have — ❞ Her violet gaze cannot help its travel towards his mouth. The curve of his lip. ❝ I’d be the fool to forget. ❞ 

[moondarkens]

iinmortales​:

           he hadn’t expected to surprise her. he thought so highly of her, perhaps he had imagined her incapable of surprise. but being able to accomplish it? well, it wasn’t exactly dimming the affections he was so desperately trying to keep controlled. this request wasn’t about the way he felt about her. it wasn’t! it was because, all his life, he had dreamed of serving a worthy cause, defending the innocent and championing justice. he thought he had found such a position in camelot, only to find it rotten within. and yet, in her court, he had found the cause he had always dreamed of serving. 

          for a moment, he could not meet her eyes, but the embarrassment faded quickly. he had nothing to be ashamed of, no regret. ‘ in truth, my lady, this is the second note i penned. the first was taken to camelot with a messenger and contained my resignation from the round table. ‘ it had been long overdue. ‘ it is camelot that has caused my departure, and, no matter what your answer, i serve that throne no longer. ‘

● ● ●                                   ❝ Oh, you perfectly impetuous creature! ❞ She found herself chuckling at his declaration after the initial shock had worn off, despite the many ramifications it could potentially have. Nimue had never known a knight to simply leave the roundtable or the prestige that came from owning one of its chairs behind. Of course, she had wished the feat of Galahad so many times over — but she had never dared to ask it of her brother, knowing what he would choose. Her thumb rubbed over the coarse material of the parchment, feeling its friction against her skin and the warmth that it brought. It was true enough that Avalon was in need of good men and maybe she was in need of someone real and human to put her faith in as well.

❝ Get on your knees, Pelleas of Ebusus. ❞ Her tone was stern but airy, fingers tucking away his written words into her sleeve for safe keeping before wrapping around the hilt of her dagger. It was no Excalibur but it would do. The blonde’s magic danced heavy and electric in the air as she placed its tip upon the first of his broad shoulders. ❝ Kneel before Avalon and its Lady so that you may rise a knight of these sacred isles. ❞ The blade tapped his other shoulder. ❝ Mine shall be the face of the Goddess to you and you will serve Her through me in good heart and in good faith — in turn you will be first among all others and my chosen champion. ❞ A pause. ❝ Do you swear yourself to this course? Do you swear yourself to me? ❞

[moondarkens]

iinmortales​:

             the handwriting was shaky at best, but she was going to get suspicious if he kept going down to the shore and hiding what he was doing. honestly, she was smarter than he was in so many way, she may have figured it out already, that each day before sunrise he would go to the shore, practicing the letters she had taught him in the sand, letting the water erase the attempts so he could start again. but now he held out the small scrap of parchment to her, already a slight blush on his cheeks. ‘ i– would you— this is for you. ‘ 

        inside, the letters still far from perfect, was: i, pelleas of ebusus, do beg permission permision to become your knight, lady nimue. 

@moondarkens​ asked for pelleas

● ● ●                                  ❝ For me? ❞ The sorceress couldn’t help but quirk a brow at all his stammering, used to it as she was whenever he was flustered or that remarkable brain of his was trotting faster than his lips could plod. Nimue was eager to have her curiosity fed — to know what it was that the boy had been working on in such secrecy each morning. From the bit of color that painted his cheeks, she imagined it might have been an attempt at a poem. Her fingers brushed his as she took the bit of paper, the connection brief but kinetic. She could still feel the ghost of it when she brought her hand back.

Violet eyes quickly diverted from his face, scanning the imperfect but promising scrawl of letters. A soft smile lifted at the maiden’s lips at the realization that he’d spelled permission correctly but second-guessed himself. Regardless, she was proud of him as she continued to read. ❝ I - You wish to become my knight? ❞ Surprise colored her tone, wide-eyed gaze flitting back to Pelleas as her own mind attempted to process the request. ❝ I would surely be everything they say of me and more if I were to deprive Camelot of such a champion. ❞ Her humor was dry. Nervous. She hadn’t expected there to be something surprisingly tantalizing about his wording — about being able to call him hers. 

[thelovewittch]

The Northman (2022) dir. Robert Eggers

[moondarkens]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔.      an independent, semi-selective rp account for nimue / the lady of the lake from arthurian legend, various literature, but mostly headcanons straight from the mind of michelle